Come here, I want you to see this wish.
Do you see it? It's yours.
Come, feed it,
Play with it,
Let it sleep...
I want you to know, what you've lost
After it died away.
Alle Gedichte sind selbst Verfasst. Die Ereignisse die geschildert werden habe ich selbst erlebt. Denn alles was einem passiert kann einem anderem auch passieren.
Rainbows are there for a reason,
And that reason is to be a symbol.
A symbol of what?
That the infallible divine can make promises.
Promises they can't break.
"I guess so. I'm glad about my life. But when I thought more about it I think that I miss something but don't know what's exactly. I found really trustful friends and still it's an emptiness inside me. I don't know maybe I'm searching for ..."
Christmas tales are merry and full of jolly and joys,
but today I’ll tell you a story without candy, nor toys!
One that has no happy end in this realm of existence,
But if you don’t mind that, read on ‘til it ends.
Great Britain 1927:
The family Williams and the family MacCourtney decide that Lila Williams and Jimmy MacCourtney have to marry.
Charles: Lila, the wedding with Jimmy will take place in 3 weeks.
Lila: If you mean! I don’t like Jimmy…..he isn’t maintained and stimks.
persons:
first client
shopping clerk
second client (with audible german accent)
INT shopping
The first client enters.
The shopping clerk makes his move.
shopping clerk: Good morning. Can I help you?
First client: I need a new pair of jeans.
Kid flew through the night on his glider while feeling the night air brush against his face. The joy filled grin that was on his face didn’t leave for a few minutes, and he was still chuckling about the annoyed look on Hakuba’s face.
„How was your date?“ Eeteuk let himself fall down in the chair next to Kangin, while the younger one didn’t even lift his head to look at his friend. “Was it that bad?”
As a soldier I ask myself:
Is suicide just suicide or am I saving lives?
Am I a sinner or a saint if I pull the trigger, -
pointed at my head?!
I am a murderer and I will go to hell…
So, does it matter?
Does it matter at all?
If I kill myself I will kill the son
“Eliot, did you know its 17 freckles?”, his so quiet and low voice would erupt after hours of silence, and nothing but the flow of the stream, and the birds chirping in the trees above us.
“hm what?”, I think I was dozing off, when he spoke to me.
It’s snowing.
No, that’s not right. It is still snowing.
It started on Monday a week ago. Today is Thursday, 24th of December and it hasn’t stopped snowing even once.
You could think the city has fallen asleep. There is hardly any traffic.
A Strange Gravestone
I want to tell you a story about a mystery. One evening I walked home to my brother Jason. I was at my best friend’s house. We had practised for the science test the next day. I was late because we had talked about a boy from school.
"Are you nervous?" Casey sat down next to Judy on the black piano seat. Judy just looked at her thighs, which were squshed into the nightblue dress her mother had given her.
"I'm scared." She looked at her friend.
"Really scared."
Jonouchi
